Sandra sat by the window side in her bedroom. She find it so hard to believe that everything that had happened that night was so real, she remembered what happened the night before, her horrible nightmare had kept her spellbound.
The nightmare she had not had for months now, but this was different, it was all about Duke Rexon. She knew she had never been this afraid of anything but now Pamela Xobed was like the purple witch she read in her storybook a few months ago. The purple Witch was full of magical powers and shows no mercy and now Duke's grandmother almost fit that description.
If she truly loves Duke why then must she suffer him?
Why must he be used for crime and violence?
Why must he be a messenger of destruction against his will even if he still has one?
Her thought kept on running so fast for her to handle, but when suddenly her thought dropped, she lowered her head and placed her left hand to it as though in pain.
